Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Somalia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dennis Brown to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Whodini,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.